Slytherins All
Disclaimer: Not mine, all of it.
Author's Note: A different sort of fic from me... VERY different. In his third year, Lucius Malfoy finds precisely what he was looking for in the arrival of a first-year student. *sigh* Yet another chapter fic. *tumbles deeper into the 'Ahh! Chapter Fics! Hole'*
Dedication: This whole fic will be dedicated to Storm, to whom I put full blame for this on.
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Chapter One: Slight Improvements
Lucius Malfoy's first year at Hogwarts was uneventful, even mundane. The second year was all-out boring. Everything was a bore, classes, professors, students. Even supposed dangerous things provided no entertainment for him.
There was nothing particularly special about the so-called Forbidden Forest. He had ventured in there countless times, to no apparent peril. And it wasn't as if he had the opportunity for enlightened conversation with Crabbe and Goyle. The two were idiots, nothing less. Even hexing the bloody Muggles grew insipidly dull after so long.
He wished to Merlin that third year would bring about at least slight improvements.
Removing a sugar quill from the pocket of his cloak, he raised it to his lips. Then came an unfamiliar voice from the door to his compartment. "Accio quill." The candy leapt on invisible strings from his fingers into the hand of a small, black-haired boy standing at the door. The indolent creature stuck the end into his mouth and sucked loudly on it, watching the elder boy from beneath dark lashes.
"What the bloody hell?" He rose, bristling, from his seat, just as Crabbe and Goyle appeared behind the boy. Each laid a meaty hand on the slim thing's shoulders. The boy seemed unperturbed.
"He took our candy," grunted Crabbe.
"Yeah," seconded the other third-year thug.
Lucius rolled his eyes and growled at them. "Your brilliance never ceases to amaze me, you twits. But who is he?"
They both looked at each other and shrugged. "Some first year."
"Obviously," Malfoy spat. "Otherwise he wouldn't be so stupid." He took a threatening step towards the young boy. "Well, let's have your name, boy."
The child reached up to brush long, lank strands of hair away from his pale face. "Severus," he mumbled around the sugar quill, seemingly unimpressed by either of the three.
"And your surname?"
"Snape."
One of Lucius' elegant blonde eyebrows rose. A Snape, eh? One of the finest wizarding families in existence, and pureblooded, no less. Perhaps the child was not quite so bad. He extended a hand. "Lucius Malfoy."
The little Snape nodded knowingly, taking another pull at the sugar quill clutched in his left hand before extending his right to accept Lucius'. "One of us."
Malfoy smiled crookedly. Good to see that the boy's parents had taken no time to introduce him to the Cause. He jerked his chin towards the hulking boys behind Snape. "Those are Crabbe and Goyle. They look tough, but they're horribly dense. Don't let them bother you."
Severus shrugged after giving a quick cursory glance at each of the aforementioned boys. "I didn't."
Lucius settled back down onto the seat. "Sit down, Severus. Do you have bags?"
He nodded. "They're in the other compartment."
"Get them," he ordered as the train lurched into motion, but the command was not directed at Severus. Immediately, his two lackeys lumbered off to retrieve the boy's possessions. "Now, sit." He did as he was told, perching on the bench next to Lucius, regarding the older boy with emotionless black eyes. "Did you really take their candy?" he inquired.
Severus reached into his pocket and removed two Chocolate Frogs, holding them out in his palm. "I don't want to give them back."
Malfoy laughed, a cold, crystalline sound. "You don't have to, Severus. It's not like they need the extra food." His eyes scanned the first year. "Besides, it appears to me that you don't eat nearly enough."
"I don't," he replied matter-of-factly.
"Well, that's all about to change. At Hogwarts, you can eat whatever you please. And whatever they don't have, I'll get for you at Hogsmeade." He thought he saw a hint of a sparkle in the dark eyes, but it passed too quickly for him to be sure.
"What's it like?"
"What, Hogwarts?" A nod sufficed as the answer. "Well, it can get a bit boring at times. Anything 'forbidden' is hardly worth getting in trouble to do and Defense Against the Dark Arts isn't nearly what it should be. We usually just call it 'Dark Arts,' which is what it should be. But with all the silly Muggles attending... the population is quite rampant with them. Except in Slytherin, of course. We don't tolerate the fools there."
Snape looked up at the mention of Salazar Slytherin's house- the most elite, selective, cunning, conniving, scheming house of them all. In other words, the best. "That's the house I'm going to be in," he declared, his eyes hard and his jaw set determinedly. "I know lots of spells... probably more than some of the seventh years. My father taught me. I could hex the whole lot of Mudbloods."
The answer produced another laugh from Malfoy. "I don't doubt that at all." He grinned at the boy, taking in his thin form once again. "I think I'm going to like having you around, Severus. I think I'm going to like it quite a bit."
END CHAPTER ONE
Disclaimer: Not mine, all of it.
Author's Note: A different sort of fic from me... VERY different. In his third year, Lucius Malfoy finds precisely what he was looking for in the arrival of a first-year student. *sigh* Yet another chapter fic. *tumbles deeper into the 'Ahh! Chapter Fics! Hole'*
Dedication: This whole fic will be dedicated to Storm, to whom I put full blame for this on.
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Chapter One: Slight Improvements
Lucius Malfoy's first year at Hogwarts was uneventful, even mundane. The second year was all-out boring. Everything was a bore, classes, professors, students. Even supposed dangerous things provided no entertainment for him.
There was nothing particularly special about the so-called Forbidden Forest. He had ventured in there countless times, to no apparent peril. And it wasn't as if he had the opportunity for enlightened conversation with Crabbe and Goyle. The two were idiots, nothing less. Even hexing the bloody Muggles grew insipidly dull after so long.
He wished to Merlin that third year would bring about at least slight improvements.
Removing a sugar quill from the pocket of his cloak, he raised it to his lips. Then came an unfamiliar voice from the door to his compartment. "Accio quill." The candy leapt on invisible strings from his fingers into the hand of a small, black-haired boy standing at the door. The indolent creature stuck the end into his mouth and sucked loudly on it, watching the elder boy from beneath dark lashes.
"What the bloody hell?" He rose, bristling, from his seat, just as Crabbe and Goyle appeared behind the boy. Each laid a meaty hand on the slim thing's shoulders. The boy seemed unperturbed.
"He took our candy," grunted Crabbe.
"Yeah," seconded the other third-year thug.
Lucius rolled his eyes and growled at them. "Your brilliance never ceases to amaze me, you twits. But who is he?"
They both looked at each other and shrugged. "Some first year."
"Obviously," Malfoy spat. "Otherwise he wouldn't be so stupid." He took a threatening step towards the young boy. "Well, let's have your name, boy."
The child reached up to brush long, lank strands of hair away from his pale face. "Severus," he mumbled around the sugar quill, seemingly unimpressed by either of the three.
"And your surname?"
"Snape."
One of Lucius' elegant blonde eyebrows rose. A Snape, eh? One of the finest wizarding families in existence, and pureblooded, no less. Perhaps the child was not quite so bad. He extended a hand. "Lucius Malfoy."
The little Snape nodded knowingly, taking another pull at the sugar quill clutched in his left hand before extending his right to accept Lucius'. "One of us."
Malfoy smiled crookedly. Good to see that the boy's parents had taken no time to introduce him to the Cause. He jerked his chin towards the hulking boys behind Snape. "Those are Crabbe and Goyle. They look tough, but they're horribly dense. Don't let them bother you."
Severus shrugged after giving a quick cursory glance at each of the aforementioned boys. "I didn't."
Lucius settled back down onto the seat. "Sit down, Severus. Do you have bags?"
He nodded. "They're in the other compartment."
"Get them," he ordered as the train lurched into motion, but the command was not directed at Severus. Immediately, his two lackeys lumbered off to retrieve the boy's possessions. "Now, sit." He did as he was told, perching on the bench next to Lucius, regarding the older boy with emotionless black eyes. "Did you really take their candy?" he inquired.
Severus reached into his pocket and removed two Chocolate Frogs, holding them out in his palm. "I don't want to give them back."
Malfoy laughed, a cold, crystalline sound. "You don't have to, Severus. It's not like they need the extra food." His eyes scanned the first year. "Besides, it appears to me that you don't eat nearly enough."
"I don't," he replied matter-of-factly.
"Well, that's all about to change. At Hogwarts, you can eat whatever you please. And whatever they don't have, I'll get for you at Hogsmeade." He thought he saw a hint of a sparkle in the dark eyes, but it passed too quickly for him to be sure.
"What's it like?"
"What, Hogwarts?" A nod sufficed as the answer. "Well, it can get a bit boring at times. Anything 'forbidden' is hardly worth getting in trouble to do and Defense Against the Dark Arts isn't nearly what it should be. We usually just call it 'Dark Arts,' which is what it should be. But with all the silly Muggles attending... the population is quite rampant with them. Except in Slytherin, of course. We don't tolerate the fools there."
Snape looked up at the mention of Salazar Slytherin's house- the most elite, selective, cunning, conniving, scheming house of them all. In other words, the best. "That's the house I'm going to be in," he declared, his eyes hard and his jaw set determinedly. "I know lots of spells... probably more than some of the seventh years. My father taught me. I could hex the whole lot of Mudbloods."
The answer produced another laugh from Malfoy. "I don't doubt that at all." He grinned at the boy, taking in his thin form once again. "I think I'm going to like having you around, Severus. I think I'm going to like it quite a bit."
END CHAPTER ONE